When Words Escape You Being IA song whose words you never sing But you sometimes hum the tuner Listening to the beat banging in your head You know every line so severely beaten into you Sounding sweet but still you sing no words An audience waiting on what won't be heard But the song still plays with the sinking ship The fabric of the beat can't break but rip Letting loose the passion of a burning fire bringing no comfort The fabrics freys catch flame and burn to no worthWhen Words Escape You Being I
A Melted Crown A beggers CoinIn a sense the king is the same as the begger Neither can survive as they are without something more A king with no kingdom and no subjects is a lonely man self ordained A begger is nothing without those of a lesser misfortune Both needing more than themselves to fill their shallow roles For a body with no soul is living and breathing but completely aloneA Melted Crown A beggers Coin
Chasing What Can't be HeldOriginal Name Which Wouldn't Fit: "What Can't be Held Will Always be Chased"Chasing What Can't be Held
A warm breeze from time to time blows But it stays a winter covered land froze Warmed a second to realize it dwells in cold Wishing to catch the warmth with legs too slow A losing race to always run to find no finish Still running after the warmth in the colds unforgiveness There's no point with desire for warmth not born of innocence
Final FarewellThe night's children Wild and carefree Don't even notice the red light Sleep tight in heaven A child you now will always be Free from this lifeFinal Farewell
Racing through the night A world of possibilites await Don't look up at the red light Life didn't give you a chance to fight The hour was getting late Mom holds your limp body tight
Peaceful night stained crimson Dreams and hopes shattered Don't think about checking the red light A broken body from the highway is risen Two vehicles hopelessly tattered Struggling to hold on with all your
Been a while
Neutral
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"...lifted her by the head in a single sweeping move from the bed to the bathroom, where he released her and shut the door. Fred Astaire, had he been a terrorist, would have been proud of the move." ~Island of The Sequined Love Nun, Christopher Moore
"O-o"
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Merry Christmas! <3
"O-o"...*shrugs* ...
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Merry Christmas! <3
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I don't pop the pills..what I do is I take theem and I eeat theem!
~perfect-circle
~KornFans
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Is There Any Greater Fear Then The Fear Of The Dark.......
It Is The Beginning And Of All Things......
Life Emerges From Darkness......
And In Death We Return To It..........
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Memories pulsing through my head
Filled with things I've never said
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